Blinded in sight

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"Where are you?"
I shouted
"Please help me!"
He cried

I ran
To where the voice came
I searched
Doing all the same

There he's spotted
The black dressed knife
Cutted and tortured
And I was in fright

There I saw
My own reflection
Laying there
With my creation

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